They say the granite sparkles. Aye, in the sun, a lovely sparkle. She tries to see it, face up against the stone and in the ends decides - It is an hallucination from living this far North, surrounded by grey and (possibly) granite radioactivity affecting their sight. She makes a joke to that effect and … Continue reading Pardon me … if I don’t Trust your Hallucinations
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Tulips
Tall purple tulips by towering granite walls, Unimagined lives cloistered within those narrow halls. You reach out to pluck one, caress its perfect shape, They are the only patch of colour in this urban landscape. The grey of the high-rise shuts out the sky, You leave the tulips growing, walk to a supermarket nearby, Buy … Continue reading Tulips
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